Not quite stories but little ideas I've had. Maybe some extracts from some of my novels. It's like my online notebook.


1. The Street Whistler

~~I stood there watching him in conflict; both wanting to go and drop my coin in his battered old hat and walk away. Everyone was too scared to approach him; his presence filled anyone who had heard his stories with displeasure. The rumours that followed him cut through his name like a knife on a chopping board causing people to turn their heads in fear and avoid him like a disease.
Each word against him hung heavily in his sunken eyelids and wrinkly skin. A jagged scar ran down the left side of his face running over his left eye and leaving it little more than a slit. His shaggy black hair was drenched in sweat with the short tufts spiking out in different directions frantically trying to give his head a way to breath.  His glassy brown eyes held a life time’s worth of pain and loss; they stared straight ahead at overgrown field that was once the final resting place for the ghosts that haunted him every time he closed his eyes.  He was hunched over with his arms crossed tightly over his chest, as if trying to conceal his soul. His overall appearance was twisted and tortured; he embraced the heat, like a piece of cloth hung out to dry in the midday sun, not seeming to care that it burnt his skin or cracked his lips.
 The dry days that had hit our small village meant there was little water anywhere; people didn’t have the time or the money to help him. His unprepossessing looks were worn out, not one spark of hope was left in them. It was as if he had given up, given up on us and what he had once fought for.
My uneasiness got the better of me and I dropped the coin back in my pocket then walked away. Just like everybody else. We were all to scared of the street whistler.

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